In the middle of the night
When it's quiet everywhere
So quiet that you think of death
Then I'm still wide awake
Hent over glasses
And my thirst is still too big
There is a kind of happiness
That never lets itself be drowned
She still won't leave me alone
It's late and it will be
Also always remain
So that I can still enjoy the last one
Raise a glass to my heart
That will always burn
Of what it desires
What it desires
/>Of love and drink
In the heat of the day
When it is quiet everywhere
So quiet that it seems like noise
Look up at the sky
That than is red, yellow and blue
And who revolves furiously around the earth
There is a kind of happiness
That never allows itself to be displaced
She still keeps me from my bed< br/>In a corner of the room
Is the bottle already waiting
Which I set up last night
Raise a glass to my heart
Always will burn
Of what it desires
What it desires
Of love and drink
Raise a glass to my heart
That will always burn
Of what it desires< br/>What it desires
Of love and drink

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